I woke up this morning curled up next to Callahan, my face snug in his side and my arm draped over his stomach. I lay there for a good half-hour, smiling, remembering how he kissed me last night. That is the kiss I've waited for. The moment he grabbed my throat, the second his skin touched mine, it was fireworks. Electricity buzzing through my body, making everything from my head to my toes tingle like a live wire. And the second he pressed his lips to mine, there was no going back.
It's a little after eight in the morning, and he's still asleep on the couch. I've showered and dressed and am making a pot of coffee. As soon as I hit the button to start the brew, my cell phone rings in my back pocket. Pulling it out, Miguel's name lights up the screen. Taking a deep breath, I hit the an
